[Verse 1: Joshua Tree]
Snapdragon quit playing
What you've been saying is jaded
To mention my name with the other players
I'm on a different side
So all comparability is futile
Besides
You haven't heard anything from Bryce or I in a while
So f** the function I'm bumping
Upstairs with my fugazi vinyl
Fugazi fugazi
I'm rough with language
I'm impatient
Nonsensical and slightly tasteless
A lesser McConaughey
And considerably less famous
Snapdragon quit playing
What you've been saying is racist
To mention my name with the faces of hip-hop
So please drop it
Cause I'm white as f** and I'm bored
So I record on the weekend
Shout out to Alex for keeping the beats on repeat when I'm free-in
Pissing on lawns late last night
Getting ideas for next season
Run the eucs
In my Fool's Gold tee
Tryna' break through this aether
Hydroponically growing my chronic
Wait I don't smoke either
Year of the eucalyptus not reefer
Getting the fever for my accomplishments
Fraudulent
Call me Aesop Rock and not Rocky
Etcetera, Etcetera
I'm hemorrhaging quite solemnly
Pouring out beverages for Yams
Severed heads for more leverage
I mean severe dread for the betterment of Harlem
RIP
Barring words from the deceased
The new sh** is not a repeat
f** the 90's and f** my spleen
96, double digits, reppin' sixes before Drake would have you believe
I'm obscene
Salt water in my stomach
I'm swallowing to keep from vomiting
I keep it 100
One out of seven times
It's nothing
But mostly my brains getting flooded with serotonin
Going out foraging
Florida shin-toned-trout
Getting skinned
f** a fork and knife until the guts come out
I mean I'm named after an amazing album
But look how that turned out
I might burn out
Excuse the shout
Im getting louder but that's the stout--
Speaking
I'm peaking
I'm livid
Check twitter for the difference
Between being there and talking about it
And I'm off topic talking about it
[Verse 2: Spicegold]
Koalas stop dropping from trees
As if it's spare change
And Spice got
More ginger-ale than an airplane
Deep in the northeast
Cohorts be
Fiending till' the sunrise
And the fun dies
And the courts keep screamin'
You pseudo-boys never as cla**ic as me
And your whole crew chasing like Corrales Police
Travel to see me
Looking through the rear-view-window
Hear kinfolk
Kids bleeding speed near two limos
Like a yuppie
Dinner something tells me that it's black-tie
Tables for eight or ten include a free black-eye
Talkin' law and order
Motherf**ers draw and quarter everyday
Euc boys
You true toys ain't messing with our bear-gang
Ya'll salty as the water in my CamelBak
Fishy kitties searching for the salmon-sack
Ratatat
Gratata
Drop it like it's hot
Like squats on a pavement
All of my boys hate gas they never pay rent
Cause I've been talking bout' dark sh**, darkness
Clowning like when I try to start sh**
Got three verses and they all on Snapchat
Fifty-seven shirts all tattered as a backpack
Speak concise as the words in my notebook
Got eight guitars
And all of them are made of the rosewood
Nice remarks for Bryce's arc
Tell you that it's actual
Sippin' on this yoghurt b**h it's two of every Danimal
I'm outright biblical
Tell your local pastor
Hire me for birthdays
I'm the illest-party-rapper
I also do
Bar mitzvahs
And Thanksgivins'
I also do
Weddings, weekends, wakes and circumcisions
Turn up like extended family gathering
You can't think of any place you'd really rather be
Battle me
In the foothills
We'll vibe till' the sunset
Eucalyptus Boys ruin lives like drug-tests